#fuck uhc

[greengoblinswifey]

Without You—Luigi Mangione x Fem!Reader

summary— After Luigi’s arrested, your whole world comes crashing down. Even more so after discovering you’re pregnant. based on this request.

warnings— heavy angst, L bombs, pregnancy, mentions of abortion, miscarriage, mentions of blood, slight fluff.

“l love you sweetheart, I’m just visiting my parents for a couple days. I’ll be back before you know it.”

Those were the last words Luigi had said to you before the events of December 9th unfolded. After his arrest, you felt like a shell of your former self, stressed and worried for his well being.

Being so caught up in his case, traveling hours to visit him in prison and having countless depressing meetings with his lawyer, you hadn’t noticed your period was missing for weeks. When you finally noticed, you brushed it off as due to stress. You had much bigger fish to fry than a late period.

The air in the court room was tense as Luigi pleaded not guilty. You knew they didn’t believe him and were solely focused on pinning the murder on someone convenient. The stress had been taking a toll on you but you had to be strong for your boyfriend. You would be by his side no matter what and you had faith he would not be found guilty and would finally come home.

After it was over, you were barely able to say a word to him. They treated him like he was a mass murderer.

“I love you, amore,” he muttered, giving you the best hug he could with his hands cuffed.

“I love you. I miss you so much,” you sobbed, making an officer roll his eyes.

“Don’t cry. It’s gonna be okay, this will all be over soon. Stay strong for me, amore.” And with that, he was dragged away by officers, hurling curses and begging them to let him finish speaking with you.

His treatment made your heart ache and you ran to the bathroom to throw up. The whole situation made you sick to your stomach but as he said, you had to be strong for him.

After reapplying your lip gloss and exiting the court, you were bombarded by journalists shoving their microphones and cameras in your face.

“How does it feel to be the girlfriend of an alleged murderer?”

“Are you planning on ending the relationship?”

“Will the relationship progress if Mr. Mangione gets life in prison?”

“How do you feel about what the crimes he has committed?”

You shoved your way through the reporters, utterly disgusted at their lack of empathy and inappropriate questions. If you answered them in the way you wanted, they would’ve surely dragged your name through the media. Instead of hurling insults, you opted to stay silent, walking briskly to your car and driving home.

The house was lonely without him. Usually, you would be in the living room watching movies together with his hand wrapped securely around you. Now, the sofa felt cold as you stared at the television, watching news reports about him and the case.

The days passed in a depressing blur, you spoke to Luigi on the phone everyday and although the situation was unfavorable, he still managed to stay positive. The letters he had been receiving from supporters helped him stay afloat and you did your part by advocating for him online and humanizing him. He wasn’t the cold-blooded killer the media made him out to be. Luigi was kind, intelligent and the most loving person you had ever met.

Each morning, before Luigi would call, you were bent over the toilet, spilling out your insides vomiting. In moments like these, you wished he was there to hold your curls and rub your back. A few times you would even miss his calls, so caught up in throwing up that you didn’t hear your phone ring.

When you finally answered, he was concerned even though you were the one who should’ve been worried about him.

“Are you okay, amore? I called twice before and you didn’t pick up,” Luigi’s soft voice said.

“I’m so sorry Lu, I’ve been really sick these past few days. When you called I was throwing up.” As you spoke, you felt bile coming up and you ran back to the bathroom.

“That’s terrible, baby. I wish I was there to take care of you. You need to see a doctor immediately, I don’t want to call back and you haven’t seen one,” he said, sternly but lovingly.

After speaking with him a bit more, you ended the call and decided to head to the hospital immediately.

As you sat waiting on a doctor, you were given sympathetic stares. You hadn’t expected so many people to recognize you as Luigi’s girlfriend. As you entered the room, you were greeted by the doctor.

“Good morning. I’m so sorry about what’s been happening to Luigi,” she began, “you’re a strong woman. I hope it all works out for you both.”

You thanked her, grateful for her kind words in the midst of the storm and explained how you had been feeling for the past few days.

“I understand but just a quick question, when was the last time you had your period?”

Confusion was etched on your face at her question. “W-well, we’re in January so probably, early October.”

She hummed in response and took your fluids to run a few tests then gave you two sticks. Your eyes widened at the pregnancy tests in front of you but the words you wanted to say couldn’t leave your lips.

“Just take the tests,” she said, rubbing your back.

Sighing, you went into the small bathroom and peed on both tests, a million thoughts running through your head. Was your doctor suggesting you were pregnant? You couldn’t be, could you? It was just the stress of Luigi being in prison and the possibility of him never leaving. You couldn’t be pregnant. Now wasn’t the time for you to be pregnant.

A knock at the door startled you and you exited the bathroom, not even bothering to look at the tests.

“I don’t want to look at it, can you do it for me, please?” you said to the doctor and she obliged.

“Sweetie, congratulations. You’re pregnant.”

Pregnant. Your heart thumped in your chest at her words. This was just too much.

“I-I can’t be, what do my other tests results say?” you asked.

“They’ll come back as positive too but if you’re still not believing, let’s do an ultrasound.”

She lathered your stomach in cold gel and as you looked down, you realized it was a bit plump. A baby was possibly growing inside you. The transducer glided across your stomach and as you stared at the monitor in front of you, you saw it.

In black and white, you saw the small outline of a fetus. It was tiny but you couldn’t miss it as it moved around a bit.

“There’s your baby,” you doctor beamed, pointing to the screen.

All you wanted to do was burst into tears but you didn’t want to cry in front of her. After thanking the doctor for her time, you headed home, a heavy weight pressing down upon you.

The flood gates opened as you swung open the front door. You were pregnant. What were you going to do? Your boyfriend was in prison and with the way things were going, he wouldn’t be out for a while. You and Luigi had never even discussed having children as yet. Well, you had, but it was always said to possibly happen after you guys were married and well established in your respective careers.

How would you navigate pregnancy in a situation like this? You were spiraling, not sure what to do and you hadn’t stop crying since you arrived home. The only thing you thought to do was call your mother. Since Luigi’s arrest, she had completely isolated from you after realizing you were going to give your boyfriend unwavering support. Despite her demanding you break the relationship off, you stayed with him and supported him publicly. Wanting no part, claiming you would bring “shame” upon her, she had stopped speaking to you.

With shaky hands, you held the phone up to your ear, wondering if she would even pick up.

“Have you finally decided to end your relationship with that murderer?” your mother inquired, as soon as she answered.

Tears flooded your eyes again and you scoffed. “Enough mom, I’m not breaking up with Luigi. Especially not now. Mom, I’m pregnant.”

She paused for a moment. You could feel the shock through the phone. “This is exactly what I was afraid of. How could you be so irresponsible? You’re pregnant for him of all people. And out of wed lock at that. Now look at you, pregnant, unmarried and a baby mama to a man in prison,” she snapped.

“You think I wanted this? You think I wanted to be pregnant? You think I wanted them to lock him up? We were going to get married eventually, mom but life fucking happened. If you aren’t going to be there for me then I don’t want you in mine or my baby’s life if I keep it,” you retorted, voice shaky.

“If you keep it? No daughter of mine will even think about getting an abortion. Own your mistakes and the shame you brought upon yourself. You don’t get to take the easy way out.”

Her words made you nauseous again. “It’s my body and my choice. You don’t get to tell me what to do especially with the way you’ve treated me. I’m not your daughter anymore, you’ve made that clear through your words and actions. A mother supports her daughter and treats her with respect no matter what. Get off my phone.”

Before she could yell again, you ended the call. You curled up into a ball on your bed and cried, the only person who could comfort you was Luigi, and he wasn’t even here.

In just two days, you would be visiting him. It would be better to tell him the news in person rather than on a phone call. God, did you even want to tell him? Would he take it as good news or bad news? Would he want you to keep it or abort it? Did you even want to keep it? Did you want to abort it?

A million questions infiltrated your thoughts. How could you know what reaction you wanted from him when you weren’t sure of what decision you wanted to make. But you did know one thing, Luigi loved you and the life growing inside of you was a part of you. He would love it just the same. Maybe this was the good news he needed and the calm in the storm.

For the next two days, you spoke to your boyfriend over the phone, trying your hardest not to spill the news. You needed his comfort but you’d just have to wait, and finally, the day came for you to see him again.

Your heart skipped a beat seeing Luigi’s gaze meet yours. He had his signature smile on and you ran into his arms and hugged him tightly.

“I missed you so much.” You immediately bursted into tears, not sure if it was the hormones or just that you truly just missed him—probably both.

He cupped your face, using his thumb to wipe away your tears. “Don’t cry amore, you’re seeing me now aren’t you?”

You sat across from each other, your hand in his as he stared into your eyes lovingly. “You have no idea how much I miss looking at you every morning. Every night, every day. It’s hell without you.”

Tears threatened to spill from your eyes again. How could you go through your pregnancy all alone?

“Lu, I have something I need to tell you,” you said simply.

His thick eyebrows furrowed in confusion but he still held your hands tightly.

“I did what you said and went to the doctor,” you started, and he squeezed your hand reassuringly. “I’m pregnant, Lu.”

His breath caught in his throat and he gazed into your eyes before pulling you in for a hug. “My baby is carrying my baby,” he said, almost in disbelief.

“I didn’t know how you’d react, I don’t even know what to do,” you sobbed.

He kissed away your tears. He didn’t know what to do either but he had to be strong for you now.

“Whatever decision you make, I fully support you. But you being pregnant? I’m not mad at that. That’s the best news I’ve heard in a long time.”

You leaned over and pressed a kiss to his lips, his understanding doing so much for you in that moment. It was a complex situation but having Luigi by your side made you feel as though it would all work out.

“I’m so scared, Lu,” you murmured.

“Me too, amore. But it’s going to work out. I have you, you have me, no matter how far away from each other we are. It doesn’t matter if I’m behind these walls,” he retorted.

You nodded your head, leaning into his warm touch on your cheek.

The rest of the visit you spoke about how he was feeling and how you were managing alone. His conditions weren’t the best but you were doing everything you could and speaking to everyone in high positions of power to rectify whatever issues there were in the prison.

You kissed Luigi like it was the last time you’d see him and by the time you arrived back at your house, you could still taste him on your lips.

Your happiness didn’t last long as after a few days, you were bombarded with messages from your mother and other relatives. They blew up your phone with insults, accusing you of choosing a man over your mother and claiming you brought disgrace and embarrassment upon your family by getting pregnant.

Clearly, your mother chose her own pride over you and her potential grandchild. You were not the one to be blamed here but their insults never ceased. You resorted to blocking them, the stress of the situation putting you in a dark place.

It didn’t help that floating around the media was if Luigi was convicted of federal charges, he would face the death penalty. You knew they didn’t have much evidence but that didn’t stop you from being utterly broken and terrified of the possibility.

But despite that, you had finally come to a decision. After much internal battle, you decided to keep the baby.

“I’m going to be a dad?” Luigi beamed over the phone. He was ecstatic.

“Yes, Lu, and I know you’re going to be the best dad that you can be.” Tears rolled down your cheeks even though you tried to be positive.

“And you’re going to be an amazing mother. Thank you for giving me this opportunity, amore. I’ll always be here.”

He had to end the call and with your hormones raging, you couldn’t stop the tears from flowing. You were happy to keep the baby, but you were going to be alone for most—if not all of your pregnancy. He would miss doctors appointments, kicks, watching you grow—almost everything. It made your heart ache.

You thought your relatives had cooled down but they began finding your social media accounts. They left nasty comments calling your baby a “bastard child”, telling you that Luigi was a murderer and your baby would grow up with their father in prison or hopefully dead. Their comments made you sick and it affected you deeply. These were the people that were supposed to be supportive and nurturing. Instead, they were the ones that caused you the most harm.

One night, you woke up in excruciating agony. The pain you felt surpassed any cramps you’d ever experienced and you practically crawled to the bathroom and sat on the toilet trying to comfort yourself. You sat there for what felt like hours, clutching your stomach and passing whatever came out of you.

Looking into the toilet, it was filled with an unmistakable red hue. It was blood, and you could see something that looked like a small fetus. You couldn’t breathe—couldn’t speak. The stress of the last few days had caused you to have a miscarriage. That night, you lay on the bathroom floor sobbing, even crying out for Luigi but you knew he wouldn’t come. You cried until you fell asleep and the next morning, you finally had the courage to flush the toilet.

You called and informed your doctor of the miscarriage and she was devastated. She suggesting coming in but you refused, the only person you wanted to see was Luigi. You didn’t want to go back there, all it would do was remind you of the baby you lost. The hope you lost.

The drive to the detention center was long and treacherous with you zoning out multiple times. Somehow, you arrived safely and seeing Luigi’s face made you burst into tears.

“Sweetheart, hey, what’s wrong?” he asked, his hands holding yours.

Clutching your stomach, you slowly looked up at him. “I lost the baby, Lu. I had a miscarriage, I’m so sorry.”

Luigi had tears in his eyes and he felt as if the world was closing in on him. “I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry that happened. Don’t apologize, it’s not your fault. None of this is your fault. God, I’m so sorry you went through that alone, I’d give anything to have been there.”

Luigi hugged you for as long as he could. You didn’t have much to say, his presence and support was enough. You were all each other had.

“I wanted you to be a dad, Lu,” you began, “I wanted us to have a family. This baby gave me hope. It gave you hope, it made you so happy.”

“I know, baby. I wish things would’ve been different. I’m so sorry that happened. You don’t deserve any of this.”

Inevitably, visiting hours were over and you reluctantly had to leave. You didn’t know how you’d survive however long without him. Without him being next to you each morning and each night. Without him being there to hold you close whenever you would start crying.

It seemed like a long, hard road ahead but no matter what, no matter the distance or circumstance, you had Luigi. The situation wasn’t perfect but he was the perfect man. You weren’t sure when you’d get over losing the baby—or if you get over it but each day was a small step closer to getting better. One day, it was all going to be alright.

[nando161mando]

UnitedHealth, employer of slain exec Brian Thompson, found to have overcharged some cancer patients for drugs by over 1,000%

https://www.yahoo.com/news/unitedhealth-employer-slain-exec-brian-175429944.html?guccounter=1

[realhotgirlshitah]

Need yall to know whenever you post a new pic of Lulu my mind IMMEDIATELY races to write something because GAWD there’s a story begging to be written with every photo 🧍🏾‍♀️

Here’s the first inspired by this TikTok coming in hot!

You sat cross-legged on your dorm bed, your laptop open, but you weren’t paying attention to it. Instead, your focus was entirely on Luigi, who had taken over your desk with his textbooks and laptop, deep into whatever comp sci assignment he was working on.

You’d invited him over to study, but concentrating on anything else was proving impossible.

Luigi’s brow furrowed as he read through lines of code on his screen, his head tilting slightly in thought. Every now and then, he’d squint, and that’s when it happened—the subtle pout of his lips. He didn’t even seem to realize he was doing it, but to you, it was the cutest thing in the world.

Your fingers idly tapped on your phone, though your eyes kept drifting back to him. He shifted in his chair, leaning closer to the screen, and the pout deepened as he encountered something particularly tricky. It was so endearing, so unfairly adorable, that you couldn’t stop the little laugh that escaped your lips.

He heard it immediately. His eyes flicked toward you, eyebrows raised. “What’s so funny?” he asked, his voice tinged with curiosity—and a bit of suspicion.

You shrugged, biting back a grin. “Nothing,” you said, feigning innocence. “You’re just… cute when you concentrate.”

His reaction was immediate. Luigi rolled his eyes in that signature way of his, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly. “I’m not cute,” he grumbled, turning back to his laptop. “I’m trying to work.”

That only made you laugh more, watching as his jaw tightened in concentration and his lips puckered again. You couldn’t help it—your mind wandered to an image of him wearing a pair of glasses, the kind perched low on the bridge of his nose. Combined with that pout and his squinting, he’d look like someone’s impossibly hot dad who’d just come home from work, ready to lecture you about staying up too late.

The thought made you snort, and this time, you didn’t even try to hide it.

He glanced back at you, narrowing his eyes. “Seriously, what?”

You grinned, shaking your head. “You’re just… you’d look so good in glasses, you know? All squinty and pouty like that. Very ‘hot professor meets hot dad.’”

Luigi groaned, his head dropping into his hands as he muttered, “I came here to study, not to be psychoanalyzed.”

But you couldn’t take it anymore. You launched yourself off the bed, practically pouncing on him before he could react. He let out a startled grunt as you landed in his lap, your hands grabbing his face as you giggled.

“Baby, what the hell?” he muttered, his voice somewhere between exasperated and amused.

“You’re just so cute!” you exclaimed, your lips pressing to his forehead. Then his cheeks. Then his nose. You couldn’t stop yourself, smothering him in kisses as he sat there, frozen, his face quickly turning red.

“Okay, okay,” he said, though he made no real attempt to push you away. His hands came up to rest on your hips, his grip steady but gentle. “I get it. I’m cute. Can you let me breathe now?”

“Not a chance,” you teased, peppering kisses along his jawline. “You’re too irresistible.”

He sighed, though you caught the faintest twitch of a smile on his lips. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you’re adorable,” you shot back, pulling back just enough to look at him properly. His lips were still slightly pouty, his cheeks flushed, and his dark eyes were staring up at you with a mix of fondness and exasperation. “Seriously, Luigi. How am I supposed to concentrate when you look like that?”

“I could say the same thing about you,” he muttered, his voice quieter now. “You’re a lot, you know that?”

“Only for you, my Italian diva” you replied, your hands still holding his face as you leaned in for another kiss, this one softer and slower. And a great way to make his brain short circuit to prevent him from whining and bitching about the term of endearment you’d just given him, no matter how true it was.

His grip on your hips tightened slightly, and for a moment, he kissed you back, his lips warm and surprisingly tender against yours. When you finally pulled away, you rested your forehead against his, both of you catching your breath.

For a few seconds, you just sat there, the room quiet except for the soft hum of his laptop. Then he sighed dramatically, glancing back at his computer. “You know, I actually have work to do.”

You grinned, shifting in his lap so you were more comfortable. “And I’ll let you get back to it, Professor Pouty. Eventually.”

Luigi shook his head, muttering something under his breath about how impossible you were, but he didn’t push you off. Instead, he adjusted his chair slightly, letting you stay where you were while he halfheartedly returned to his work.

You leaned your head against his shoulder, smiling to yourself. You knew you were distracting him, but you couldn’t help it—Luigi was just too cute to resist.

A/N: IM SOBBING AT HIS LITTLE POUT OH MY GOD MY SHAYLAAAAA 😭💔

A quick lil fluffy drabble that I wrote on my 15 minute break (free me from the shackles of work omg)

More lulu content incoming because I’m unfortunately a whore for curly headed brunettes that are lowkey losers but ridiculously hot 🫤

[hydrangea-blossom]

Guys, I'll say this. If Lu is innocent (and he is until someone brings me concrete proof), we all still need to go bug mode on his dick just cause he took the fall for the real Adjuster and most likely saved his ass. Boy deserves love for what he has done, and this is a hill I'll die on.

[thedepressexpress]

some of the people I know don't agree that the death of the UHC CEO has increased class consciousness because "no it hasn't, Luigi is a murderer", can someone please point me in the direction of different people

[sir-shinyrocks]

thing i made

[minnesotakarmatran]

Remember that the supreme court said that the KKK can threaten as much as they want as long as it’s not a clear and imminent danger to everyone? The second the rich are in the crosshairs that goes out the window. Remember who the state was built to protect. Brandenburg V Ohio(1969)

[rome-fell-in-a-day]

"We live in a country where people think vigilante justice is okay." No. We live in a country where vigilante justice is the only form of justice being served. We live in a country where vigilante justice is necessary. People's reactions aren't indicative of a moral decline amongst average citizens, they're indicative of a moral decline amongst the government.

Don't be surprised that the working class is taking things into their own hands until you understand how much they've suffered at the hands of those who are supposed to protect them.

[auntierayeraye]

[jjkbambi]

sorority car wash luigi mangione x reader (18+)

smut summary: your best friend’s brother luigi visits your sorority’s spring fundraiser

warnings: long ass argument, our frat boy #graduated, rough as usual, name-calling, p in dis v :3, is car sex public? car sex, implied cheating, jealous quickie, assume everything is unedited

the fundraiser had drawn out the worst of penn state: truck drivers, high school football coaches, republicans with obvious gambling addictions. despite the obvious discomfort around dancing around frat row in a bikini, there was an undeniable satisfaction in knowing every passing gaze was a dollar to your name.

well — not necessarily your name. it was a dollar to your sorority house, your sisters, your reputation. your public display was, in all, an investment for an impressive bullet point on your college resume. any level-headed businessman would’ve been able to see that.

unfortunately for you, luigi mangione majored in computer science.

your heart falls to the floor the second you see his car swerve into the street. your feet move quickly, running up to the side of his car before any of the girls could hound a dollar out of him. his window is down and you’re in it, both whispering and yelling, “what the hell are you doing here?”

“car wash,” the brunette boy says flatly, gesturing to the hastily painted cardboard signs wrapped around your sorority house.

���it’s for penn students only.” you say, trying to wave him off. the thought of him—or anyone else from back home—meeting your new fair-weather city friends is unbearable. it would take months to salvage your pride.

“it doesn’t say that anywhere.” luigi argues. “plus, i’m an alumni.”

interest washes over the crowd of busy rich cheerleaders as they begin to inch nearer to the scene. you’re frazzled and fucked. “mangione, please don’t embarrass me.”

“you’re embarrassing yourself,” luigi says. his eyes glance over your body, skin exposed and wet with the moisture and mess of the event, boobs perky underneath your strappy bra. “seriously, what the fuck are you wearing?”

you feel a rush of insecurity as you bring your arms up to cover yourself. “it’s sorority tradition—“

“we didn’t do any of this at my frat—”

“it was an engineering frat, you didn’t do anything—!” as your whining comes to a close, a pool of your sorority sisters begin to flood around you. your heart rate sparks.

“who’s this?” your roommate asks.

the italian boy is quick to smile at the new company, his earlier furrowed brows and fault-finding demeanor vanishing in an instant. “i’m luigi,” he says with a brief wave. “i’m with y/n.”

“he means we’re friends from back home,” you correct quickly, shooting a glare at him. “he actually went here. he was in phi psi.”

“aw,” your roommate coos. “those guys do my homework all the time.”

he reaches over to open the car door, the force pushing you aside as it swings open. “get in the car,” luigi says. you pause, confusion swirling around you. then, luigi glances at your crowd of sisters, acknowledging them with a slight nod. “i’m borrowing her for the day. is there some sort of curfew i need to know about?”

“no, but it’s karaoke night,” one of your sisters tell him. “you should come! it’ll be at zbt.”

luigi raises a brow. “the sports frat?”

“yeah,” your sister says, grinning. “y/n’s boyfriend is the president. he’s super nice—you’d like him.”

his eyes flick to you. “boyfriend?”

“luigi’s busy tonight,” you say, forcing a tight smile, desperate to change the subject. “besides, he’s probably super jet-lagged—he is supposed to be backpacking through asia right now, after all.”

“yeah, well,” luigi says, his voice cool but with an edge that stings, “i stopped by for my sister’s birthday this weekend.” his eyes narrow as he looks straight at you. “guess one of us had to remember.”

your shoulders stiffen under the weight of his words, heat rising to your face.

“aw, luigi, you’re so sweet!” one of your housemates chimes, completely oblivious to the tension brewing. your guilt crashes over you, hot and suffocating. it’s almost embarrassing, the sudden clarity of how far you’ve strayed, how horrible you’ve become. “y/n’s boyfriend does cute stuff like that too. he came all the way down this morning to get pictures of her in this new outfit.”

if you didn’t feel stupid and cold before, you most definitely do now.

luigi glances over his shoulder. “isn’t the zbt house just around the corner?”

your housemate, still oblivious, grins and adds, “yeah! he’s always doing cute stuff like that for her. like, he prints a bunch of pictures of her and made a wall in his room because he thought she’d think it was sweet.”

you had no intention of your best friend’s brother ever finding out about your flamboyant college romances, yet here he was, gossiping with your girls. “he took that down as soon as i asked him to,” you explain.

“yeah, and ever since then, he sends flowers like, everyday.” your sister hums, bright-eyed. “so thoughtful, right?”

luigi’s jaw clenches, and his shoulders tense. “yeah, cute,” he says, voice low and biting. “guess that’s what happens when you’ve got nothing better to do than play personal assistant.”

“luigi.” you say, a desperate attempt to draw the line.

“get in, now,” he beckons.

luigi’s dark eyes never leave you, boring into you with a relentless intensity that makes your stomach churn. the look isn’t anger—it’s something deeper, more personal, and it clings to you as you fumble into the passenger seat. each movement feels heavier than the last, his unyielding stare haunting you as you slip inside, shutting the door between you and the reality you can’t escape.

the car swerves sharply, pulling you from your thoughts as you put your head in your hands. “i totally forgot,” you mutter, voice barely audible.

“clearly, you had distractions,” luigi says, his tone colder than you expected, like a wall between you both.

you feel his disappointment radiating through the air, and it hits harder than you’d like to admit. “you know,” he continues, his voice laced with bitterness, “back when we were close, you never would’ve forgotten something like that. but i guess things are different now.”

you wince, knowing he’s right. you’ve been so caught up in college, in the chaos of sorority life, parties, and the constant buzz of new experiences, that you’ve lost touch with everything that once mattered. and now, forgetting his sister’s birthday feels like the final nail in the coffin.

the silence hangs heavily between you, suffocating and full of unspoken truths. you can’t even find an apology that would suit the sin.

he reaches over to the backseat, tossing his jacket over your cold body, his fingers brushing against your skin as he does. “you look stupid like this,” he mutters, his voice laced with something deeper than frustration.

“it’s fucking weird,” luigi continues. “i used to watch you, how effortlessly you picked things up, how eager and excited you were for everything.” he sighs, his gaze flickering to you for a moment, like he’s trying to see the version of you he once knew. “but now… now it’s like you’re someone else. all that potential, all that drive—it’s like you’ve buried it under all this nonsense. i don’t even recognize you anymore.”

“oh, come on, luigi,” you say, defensive. it felt weird to have him like this—so cruel, so suddenly. “i make one mistake and now you don’t recognize me?”

he tuts, then rolls his eyes. “don’t act fucking dense.”

“i’m sorry, okay?” you say, half-defeated. “you’re not exactly giving me a chance to explain.”

“an explanation isn’t good enough.”

“just because i forgot one day doesnt mean im not here,” you argue. “you’re the one left the fucking country!”

luigi almost laughs at the dead argument. “and you stayed and still couldn’t show up when it mattered. how’s that any better?”

“i didn’t forget on purpose!” you can feel your temperature rising. “i’ve just been swamped with everything, alright? it’s not like i don’t care.”

luigi’s hands grip the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles white. “so that’s your excuse?” he says, his voice sharp. “too busy to remember my sister’s birthday, but not too busy for that stupid fucking boyfriend of yours?” he laughs bitterly, shaking his head. “god, you even joined that sorority for him, didn’t you?”

your face goes white and he takes it as confirmation. “fucking knew it. that’s exactly what it is, isn’t it? you’re too busy trying to be a penn girl, pretending like you fit in, just because he’s part of it. you’re so caught up in his world that you can’t even bother to remember the people who actually care about you.”

you’re cold underneath his judgement, almost speechless. almost. “this is why i didn’t want you finding out about him,” you truth.

“i was in a frat, y/n. i’ve seen girls like you before. weekends spent doing dumb shit like car washes for the sorority, all glittered up for spirit week like it’s some huge fucking accomplishment.” his anger cuts into you like a blade. “you're too fucking good for that.”

your heart is pounding now, and you feel your face flush with anger, embarrassment, and something else—deep, gnawing ache in your chest. your fingers tighten around the door handle. you can’t stand sitting here, suffocating under his judgment. without thinking, you yank the door open, trying to escape the weight of his accusations.

but before you can move, luigi’s hand shoots out, slamming the door shut. “what the fuck are you doing?”

“i don’t want to talk about this anymore.” you say, trying to push down the panic rising in your chest. you don’t want to be here anymore. not in this car. not with him looking at you like you’re some stranger.

“you’re not getting out of this car, y/n.”

you don’t respond. instead, you unbuckle your seatbelt and shove the door open, stepping out of the car before he can stop you. it’s like your whole body is running on autopilot—everything inside you screaming to get away from the mess he’s created, from the mess inside you.

“y/n!” luigi’s voice cracks, rising in a panic as he stops the car and jumps out after you.

you are not turning around and getting into that car and letting him humiliate you. your hands shake as you pull out your phone, desperate for some relief, something to help you make sense of all this. the contact name lights up on your screen, and you hit call, needing your boyfriend now more than ever.

before you can even hear the first ring, a hand shoots out, grabbing your wrist and yanking your phone from your grasp. you whip your head around, heart pounding in your chest, only to find luigi, his jaw clenched tight and eyes burning with fury.

“what the hell are you doing?” you demand, your voice shaking with a mixture of anger and frustration. “give it back!”

but he doesn’t budge, holding your phone just out of reach. his voice is a low growl. “you’re fucking unbelievable. you’re seriously calling your boyfriend right now?” he’s glaring at you, his face hard with a mix of disbelief and something deeper you can’t quite place.

“you made your point, mangione!” you say. “clearly you already hate me, so i don’t see the point in sticking around for the ride. thanks for the reminder! see you around!”

“y/n, stop, i don’t hate you—“

“y/n? hello?” your boyfriend’s voice crackles through the phone, confused, a little worried.

luigi straightens, his hand tightening around the phone as he holds it to his mouth. “she’s busy.” he tosses the phone back into his car, cutting off the call with a finality that makes your heart race in frustration.

he opens his mouth for another lecture but your hard heart won’t let him in anymore. you’re beyond annoyed. he can keep the fucking phone, for all you care, you really just needed a second. you try to turn away, but he’s too fast. he grabs your wrist, pulling you back, and you’re caught off guard by the force in his touch. the heat between you is unbearable now, and the intensity of it makes your mind race.

“let go of me!”

“no,” luigi snaps, his voice harsh but laced with something you can’t quite place. “you don’t walk away from me.”

“i can do whatever i want!”

“you’re sure about that?”

without warning, he pulls you toward him, and before you can fully process what’s happening, his lips are on yours. it’s rough, unexpected, and it throws you off balance. your breath catches in your throat, and for a split second, you don’t know what to do.

your mind spins. this is worse than wrong. you shouldn’t be kissing him.

his grip on you is unyielding like the force of gravity, and you’re suffocating underneath the pressure, your confusion mixing with a strange, undeniable pull that makes your thoughts scatter. you pull away quickly, breathless and disoriented.

“luigi, no—stop,” you say, trying to regain your bearings, but your heart is still racing, your body still tingling from the kiss.

he doesn’t. he won’t.

his mouth is on yours again, aggressive and intent and so fucking mean. your balance is completely lost, your feet no longer sure of the ground beneath you. luigi doesn’t let up, his body pressing you into the side of his car and it’s like everything you knew about him is shifting, unraveling before your eyes.

when he pulls back, your chest heaves as if you’ve been starved for air. you try to summon another surge of pride, but luigi moves faster than your thoughts can catch. “lift up your legs,” he grumbles against your lips. you do. he carries you on him as he yanks open the door to the back seat, his hot breath hovering over your neck.

“you’re so fucking stupid,” luigi mutters into another sloppy kiss. “need me to teach you how to behave, yeah?”

desire and desperation muddle your better judgement. everytime you come up for air, you try to return to reason. “we shouldn’t—”

“let me,” he says. “i’m gonna take care of you.”

you shake your head as his warm hands grope and clutch at your cold nude. he was right—it was a stupid fucking outfit.

“relax,” luigi says, climbing over you, biting and sucking at your neck. you feel him between your legs, hardening. “you need me to teach you how to show you the ropes, don’t you? you need me, right, baby?”

“i have a boyfriend,” you whimper.

“doesn’t matter.” he says. “you belong to me.”

you’re in the corner of his car and there was no escape. luigi was all over you, grabbing, pulling, biting. “come on,” he beckons, coming in for another kiss. “make yourself useful, baby, i came all this way.” his fingers moving your bikini to the side and sliding his slender fingers into your aching clit. you quiver as he breaches your entrance.

“how often do you fuck him?” he asks, his two fingers digging into your core, storming your senses. the abruptness of the question made your nerves spike. there’s a certain amusement in his gaze, as if your misfortune is his greatest entertainment. “where? hm? hallways? dorms? in the shower, after his games, d’you spread your legs open to make him feel better about being a goddamn loser?” he’s intent on leaving your skin covered with evidence of him. he paints across your neck with his hot wet tongue, sucking and biting at your sensitive skin. you whimper at the sensation. “you’d make a perfect fuckin’ trophy wife.”

“i didn’t—“ you truth, shaky and red. “we never…”

“god,” he moans. “good fuckin’ girl, saving yourself for me.”

your mind is hazy, though not completely lost. “you’re jealous? of him?”

“why would i be?” luigi asks, smug. he knows he has every damn right he every right to be—he feels your slick drooling out of you, your body quivering underneath him. “i’m the only one who gets to have you like this.”

he reaches for his belt. you need this as much as he does. he can see the way your eyes flutter shut at the feeling of his shifty friction, and it sends heat rushing down his abdomen. no reason to be patient about this.

“someone’s gonna see,” you whine.

luigi laughs against your mouth. “go on then, show them what a perfect fuckin’ penn girl you are.”

you barely hear him. your lower lip is between your teeth as you work to free his cock from his boxers, and he hisses in pleasure as you pump him gently, smearing his precum down his shaft. he reaches between your legs to hook his finger around your panties, pulling the gusset to the side.

your cunt glistens. you’re soaked.

“you’re unbelievable,” he grunts. “acting out because you couldn’t get any good dick?”

“you’re so mean to me.”

“just missed you, is all,” he murmurs.

you’d never expected him to be so big. you brace yourself on his shoulder with your free hand, sinking down on him gradually. you’re so wet that it only takes a moment to adjust to his size before you’re rocking against him again, and he pulls you back in for another hungry kiss, guiding your hips with his hands. a grin etches at the edge of his lips when he feels your cunt tightening around him when he brings his fingertips to your clit. “what, already, babe?” luigi teases, pretending his own release isn’t just moments away. “c’mon, that’s gotta be a new record.” you try to laugh, but he pushes the pressure on your clit, and you arch your back as the coil in your belly tightens.

“you’re so big, luigi,” you choke out.

“i know, pretty girl, i know,” he tries to assure, though he’s too lost in his storm of pleasure to have the decency to slow down.

tears well up in your eyes as he buries his cock deeper into you. hot flashes of pain and pleasure overwhelm you; it’s a devastating spell of torment and sanctuary. “luigi,” you whine. “too much, i can’t—“

“you’re so fuckin’ tight.” luigi says. “fuckin’ perfect, you know that?”

“i can’t, lu,” you whine. “you’re too big—”

“be a good girl,” he says. his cock bullies into your sensitivity. you swear you hear yourself snap in half. “let me fill you up, princess, let me make you mine.”

you’re a mess underneath him, whimpering and crying at the unfamiliar pleasure. something in the background begins to hum over and over and over until luigi glances over his shoulder. “your boyfriend’s calling,” he says. “you should answer, show him what a perfect slut you’re being for me.”

you run your head back and forth. “no? you don’t wanna do that for me?” he questions, eyebrow raising. he raises your body—closer,deeper—just to slap his hand against your ass. you jolt at the pain, shivering. “thought you were being good.”

“luigi,” you cry. “it hurts.”

“fuck,” he moans. he can’t help but slap your ass again. “you gotta make it up to me, y/n. you gotta let me come inside you.”

“lu, wait—“ you begin weakly, tangling your fingers in his hair. he cuts you off by sucking harshly at the delicate skin of your throat, and instantly you feel the coil snap.

“jus’ like that, baby, all mine,” he growls into your skin. you feel him smile against your neck as he marks it up. “i should visit home more often, yeah?”

“lu, please,” you moan.

“tell me who you belong to.”

“you, luigi. i belong to you.” you cry out as you convulse around luigi’s cock, slumping forward onto his muscular chest with a shiver. the sensation of your walls clamping down on him like a vice makes luigi dig his fingers into your flesh as he pumps his own release into you, swearing raggedly as his hips buck.

aside from the sound of your breathing, the car falls into a complicated silence, the windows clouded, blurring the world outside like some unspoken secret. your heart races as you both sit there, dazed, caught between confusion and something deeper. the empty neighborhood feels almost dreamlike, a quiet refuge for a moment too fragile to face the world. silently, you’re grateful for the solitude, for the way it shields you both.

“relax,” luigi mutters, his voice cutting through the haze. “this whole street was bought up by some real estate asshole. prices went sky-high, and no one took the bait.”

you glance at him, startled by the sudden softness in his tone. “is that true?”

luigi doesn’t answer right away. instead, he reaches over to the passenger seat, grabbing your phone. the motion is deliberate, almost taunting, as if he’s enjoying how unsteady you’ve become.

he tosses the phone onto your lap, the thud startling in the heavy air. “penn daily did a piece on it” he says, his voice low but cutting. “you can look it up after you break up with your boyfriend.”

your eyes widen, and you grab the phone quickly, clutching it as if it could ground you. “god, can you stop bringing him up for two seconds?”

“why?” he retorts, leaning back against his seat with a knowing smirk. “you brought him into this when you started dating the guy who shows you off to frat row and makes you fake-smile your way through glitter car washes.”

“he wasn’t even at the car wash this time,” you mutter, frustration bubbling up.

“too busy setting up karaoke night? are we going to that?”

“no.”

“my sister would probably love it,” he points out playfully. “and i know you didn’t get her a present.”

you roll your eyes, trying to avoid the guilt that wells up. “don’t remind me.”

“don’t be a brat,” he retorts, his voice firm but not unkind.

“I’m not being a brat,” you snap back, but there’s a hint of defensiveness in your tone.

“yeah, you are,” he says, his voice softening just a little. “but we’ll deal with that later.”

he glances over at you, a hint of a smirk on his face. turning your gaze to the window, avoiding his eyes. god, how were you meant to recover from this? another silence encapthres you and the awful spell of awkwardness washes over you both. until—

“you know i could never hate you, right?”

“hm?”

“you said earlier i made up my mind about you,” he murmurs, his eyes holding yours in a way that makes it impossible to look away. “i have… but not in the way you think.”

your breath catches, his words pulling at something deep inside you. “then how?”

“i’ve always liked you,” he says softly, his voice steady but tinged with something deeper. “hated seeing you go. hated the idea of you at college with some asshole who doesn’t see you the way i do.”

your heart skips, his words unraveling every doubt you’ve ever had. “and how do you see me?” you ask, barely finding your voice.

he leans closer, his gaze unwavering. “as everything.”

[greengoblinswifey]

Reunited— Luigi Mangione x Fem!Reader

summary— You’re reunited with your boyfriend luigi and he shows you just how much he missed you.

warnings— fingering, slight voyeurism, oral(f!receiving) praise kink, bit of crying but luigi comforts you, L bombs, unprotected sex, breeding kink, creampie, aftercare, fluff.

a/n— originally posted on my ao3, where there’s another luigi fic <3 FREE MY MF MAN!

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Luigi Mangione was not just another face in the crowd, he was a polarizing figure. He gained national attention after allegedly carrying out a calculated act of vengeance against a corrupt CEO you couldn’t care less about. He claimed his actions were a response to widespread exploitation and inequality in the healthcare system and you were 100% on board.

After leaving behind a manifesto that exposed systemic greed and corruption, he disappeared, sparking an instant nationwide search. Supporters hailed him as a modern day vigilante, while detractors condemned him as a criminal. You were by his side through it all, not only as his girlfriend but as his confidant and staunchest ally.

You had met Luigi three years ago at a charity gala. While his presence was understated, his charisma was undeniable. You had a passion for uncovering the truth and you were drawn to his fiery intellect and his conviction to make a difference. When he confided in you about his disillusionment with the corporate world and his dream to spark real change, you stood by him, even as the risks escalated.

When the authorities finally caught him, it shattered your world. Luigi was supposed to be halfway across the country by then, safe and untouchable. But fate had other plans.

After days of navigating legal hurdles, your boyfriend was granted bail thanks to the efforts of the legal team you assembled and the donations pouring in from his legion of supporters. The day you picked him up from jail was a whirlwind of emotions. Crowds of people gathered outside the facility, holding signs and chanting his name. The media swarmed like vultures, cameras flashing as Luigi emerged, his posture unyielding despite the chaos.

The car was parked a block away, avoiding the thick of the chaos. As he stepped out, the crowd screamed. He lifted his hand in acknowledgment, his voice cutting through the noise.

“Read the manifesto,” he said, his tone commanding yet calm. “The answers you seek are in there.”

The crowd erupted, some cheering, others debating. But Luigi didn’t linger. He moved toward you, his gaze softening the moment he saw you waiting.

The lawyer drove the two of you to a safe house on the outskirts of the city. You couldn’t take your eyes off him, noticing the tension in his shoulders and the faint bruising along his jawline.

“Baby, did they hurt you?” you asked, your voice trembling.

He exhaled, brushing your concern aside. “Nothing I couldn’t handle. I’m just angry they didn’t let me speak.”

You reached for his hand, lacing your fingers with his. “They’ll hear you soon enough. You’ve already started something they can’t ignore.”

His eyes softened as he turned to you. “I missed you,” he murmured, his hand finding your thigh. “Every damn second I was in that shithole.”

You smiled, leaning closer. “You’re here now. That’s all that matters.”

He kissed you deeply, his hand tightening its grip. “You’ve been my anchor through all of this. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

The car ride felt impossibly long as the reality of the situation weighed down on you. You kept glancing at Luigi, his sharp profile shown by the fleeting city lights. Despite the calm mask he wore, you could see the exhaustion in his eyes.

You reached over, your fingers brushing his arm. “I was so scared for you,” you whispered, your voice breaking. Tears began to spill before you could stop them.

Luigi turned to you immediately, his expression softening. “Don’t cry, amore. I’m here now,” he murmured, pulling you closer. He pressed a series of tender kisses to your cheeks, wiping away the tears with his thumbs.

“It’s just so unfair,” you choked out. “The media, the critics—they don’t know you like I do. You’re not some monster. You’re brave, kind, and caring. You only wanted to help people.”

He cupped your face, his gaze locking with yours. “Let them say what they want. I don’t need their approval. I have you, and that’s all I care about.”

You leaned into him, his words wrapping around your heart like a balm. “I just don’t want to lose you again.”

“You won’t,” he promised, his voice low and steady. “No one can keep me from you.”

As the car drove deeper into the night, Luigi’s hand found its way to your thigh, his touch warm against your skin. He glanced down at your dress, his lips curving into a sly smile.

“You look so sexy in this,” he murmured, his voice a husky whisper. “Did you wear it for me?”

“Yes,” you admitted, heat rushing to your face.

He chuckled softly, his fingers tracing circles on your thigh. “Good. Because it’s driving me crazy.”

He leaned closer, his lips brushing against your neck. You shivered as he placed a trail of slow kisses along your skin. “You smell amazing,” he murmured against you.

His hand slid higher, and when his fingers brushed your bare pussy, he froze for a moment before letting out a low, appreciative moan. “You’re not wearing anything underneath?” he asked.

You shook your head, your breath hitching.

“Naughty girl,” he whispered, his voice laced with both amusement and desire. His fingers trailed to your clit, the heat of his touch making you bite your lip to keep from making a sound.

“Luigi,” you whispered, your voice trembling with both anticipation and the need for discretion.

“Shh, amore,” he said, his lips still pressed to your neck. “Be good for me. Stay quiet.”

His fingers moved with purpose, his slow circles on your clit sending your nerves into a frenzy. “You’re so perfect,” he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. “I missed this, missed you.”

The car hit a bump, jolting you both, and you bit back a gasp as he slipped a finger into you immediately, your hand gripping his arm tightly.

Up front, the lawyer cleared his throat, oblivious. “Almost there,” he said.

Luigi smirked, his fingers still working their magic. “Good. But not soon enough,” he whispered, his lips brushing your ear as he praised you softly.

His touch became more deliberate, his fingers moving in a way that left you struggling to suppress your reactions. His gaze flicked up to yours, a teasing smirk playing on his lips.

“You’re doing so well for me, amore,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing. “I can feel how much you missed me from how wet you are.”

Your breath hitched as he praised you, his movements precise and slow, building that feeling inside. He kissed the side of your neck again, murmuring against your skin, “I love seeing you like this, knowing I’m the only one who can make you feel this way.”

You buried your face in the crook of his neck, biting to suppress your moans as his fingers curled inside you with his thumb rubbing your clit.

“I can’t—” you breathed, biting your lip to quiet yourself as your orgasm built.

“Cum for me, beautiful,” he whispered, speeding up his movements.

You bit onto his shoulder, using your other hand to pull him onto you as your orgasm ripped through you like a knife. You really hoped the seats weren’t messy.

The car slowed as it neared the safe house, and Luigi reluctantly withdrew his hand, his eyes dark with unspoken promises. “Just wait til’ we’re inside,” he said softly, his fingers brushing your chin as he gave you a quick, knowing smile.

His lawyer parked the car in front of the nondescript safe house, stepping out to hold the door for both of you. Luigi exited first, straightening his suit jacket before reaching for your hand. “Thank you,” he said curtly to the lawyer, who nodded and drove off into the night.

The moment you were inside, Luigi shut the door, locking it and turned to you, his expression filled with an intensity that took your breath away.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” he said, his voice rough as he pulled you close. His hands framed your face as he kissed you deeply, his body pressing you back against the nearest wall.

“Lui—,” you whispered, your hands tangling in his hair as his lips moved to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses that made your knees weak.

“You’re mine,” he said firmly, his voice filled with both affection and possessiveness.

His hands roamed down your sides, gripping your waist as he pulled you even closer. “I’m going to remind you how much I missed you,” he said, his voice a mix of promise and passion.

Luigi carried you effortlessly, his strong arms wrapping you in the warmth of safety as he navigated the unfamiliar safe house. He gently kicked open the door to what you assumed was the bedroom, setting you down on the soft mattress. His touch was soft, fingers lingering on your shoulders as he slid your straps off, his eyes scanning every inch of you like he was seeing you for the first time.

“Do you have any idea how much I missed you?” he murmured, his voice filled with longing.

Your response was barely a whisper. “I’ve thought about you every second.”

He tilted your chin upward, his lips brushing yours in a kiss that deepened with every passing moment. As he undid the zipper of your dress, his movements were deliberate yet gentle. The fabric pooled at your feet, and his breath hitched slightly as his gaze took your naked body in.

“You’re beautiful,” he said, his tone awestruck. His fingers threaded through your braids, tugging softly as he kissed you again, his lips tracing a path down your jawline and neck.

Your hands instinctively found his curls, tangling in them as he lowered himself to his knees before you. “Baby,” you whispered, the emotion in your voice evident.

“Shh,” he replied softly, his lips brushing your skin. “I need to take care of you first. Tell me how much you missed me.”

“I missed you so much,” you said, voice trembling with emotion. “I love you, Luigi.”

“I love you more than anything. Let me show you just how much,” he replied.

His hands caressed your thighs, his lips trailing kisses down your skin. His touch was reverent, almost as if he were worshiping every inch of you, his deep brown eyes gazing up with adoration.

“You’re perfect,” he murmured, his voice soft yet full of conviction. “Every part of you.”

His lips pressed against your pelvis, leaving a trail of warmth and affection that sent a shiver through your body. Each kiss was slow and deliberate, his presence grounding you even as your heartbeat quickened.

“Luigi,” you breathed, your voice trembling with emotion and pleasure. Your hand instinctively reached for his curls, tangling in them as he smiled against your pussy.

“Let me take care of you,” he said. “You’ve been so good for me—so patient, so strong.”

Your head tilted back, overwhelmed by the sensation of his devotion. His praises washed over you like a balm, soothing the ache of the days you’d spent apart.

His tongue moved with precision, licking your clit as he used his fingers to spread your juices across your hole. A gasp left your lips as he moved down, slipping his tongue inside your pussy then continuing his movements on your clit.

“You’re everything to me,” he continued, his hands gently gripping your hips as he sucked your clit. “I don’t deserve how good you’ve been throughout this, but I’ll spend my life proving how much I love you.”

His voice alone sent a rush of warmth through you, every syllable filled with sincerity. “I love you too,” you whispered, your voice breaking slightly as your emotions surged.

Luigi’s lips curved into a small smile. “You’re too good to me, but I’ll never take it for granted.”

The sincerity in his voice made your heart swell. Every touch, every flick of his tongue was a promise that he would always cherish you, protect you.

He didn’t rush a single movement, cherishing the connection between you. You cried out as you gripped his curls tighter, your orgasm threatening to spill over.

“God baby, I can feel you clamping around my tongue, it’s okay, you can cum for me,” he urged.

With his name on your lips like a prayer, you trembled as you squirted on his tongue. He slurped your juices, guiding you through your high and savoring your taste.

When he finally finished and stood up, his arms pulled you close, cradling you as if shielding you from the world. “You’re my everything,” he whispered. “I’ll never let anything happen to us. I promise you that.”

Your hand rested on his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. “I believe you,” you said softly.

He smiled, brushing a strand of your braids from your face. “Good.”

Luigi’s chuckled as you gently ran your fingers along his chest, stripping him off his clothes then pushing him to sit on the edge of the bed. His dark eyes glimmered with warmth, his hands lightly brushing against your waist.

“You’ve done so much for me,” you murmured, leaning closer, your voice low but full of intent. “Now it’s my turn to show you how much I’ve missed you.”

His gaze softened, his hands sliding to your wrists as if to stop you. “You don’t have to do anything, amore,” he said, his voice tender. “Just having you here, holding you, it’s enough.”

You pouted but decided not to be a brat this once. “Whatever you say baby, anything you want.”

Luigi sat back, his strong arms pulling you onto him as if he couldn’t bear even a second without your closeness. He settled you against his chest, your bodies perfectly aligned, his heart beating steadily beneath your ear. “So obedient,” he murmured, his lips brushing your temple before moving to your forehead for a lingering kiss.

He tilted your chin up gently, his dark eyes locking with yours. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice low and gravelly. “I need to hear you say it.”

You nodded, your breath catching. “I’ve been craving this—craving you—this whole time,” you whispered, your words trembling with sincerity.

That was all the encouragement he needed. His lips met yours in a deep kiss, one that spoke of everything unspoken, the longing, the love, the relief of being together again. His hands caressed your ass, grounding you as he shifted beneath you.

He paused, his movements deliberate, as he guided his cock against your pussy. “Slowly, baby,” he murmured, his hands firm but gentle on your hips. “I want you to feel every inch of me.”

A gasp escaped your lips as he sank deep inside you, your body adjusting to the slow, deliberate rhythm he set. “That’s it,” he praised, his voice rough with restrained need. “You’re perfect—so tight, so ready for me.”

Your nails dug lightly into his chest as the intensity built, his words spurring you on. “You can take it, baby,” he murmured, his lips ghosting over your collarbone. “You’re so incredible.”

Luigi's praises, whispered against your skin, grounded you in the moment. “You feel like heaven, amore,” he said, his voice breaking slightly as he kissed you again, swallowing your soft cries.

Luigi’s grip on your hips tightened, as he guided you into a slow, deliberate rhythm. Each thrust was purposeful, his body rising to meet yours. “That’s it, princess,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your jawline. “You’re so perfect. I’ve missed you more than you can imagine.”

You clung to him, your fingers tangling in his curls as he set a steady pace. Every thrust was measured, filling you and making your breath hitch. “You’re taking me so well,” he whispered, his voice breaking with restrained emotion. “I can feel how much you’ve missed me.”

Your head tilted back, exposing your throat as his lips pressed against your skin, leaving a trail of kisses that make you shiver. “Luigi,” you gasped, your voice trembling.

“Shh, amore,” he soothed, his hands running up and down your spine as he adjusted the angle slightly, his cock moving inside your wet pussy deliberate and controlled. “Let me take care of you. Just feel me.”

His thrusts deepened, his hips rolling in a way that sent shivers down your spine. “You’re so beautiful like this,” he murmured, his dark eyes locked on yours, filled with unspoken affection and need. “So perfect for me.”

“Lu— I’m gonna cum,” you cried, your fingers gripping his hair tighter.

“I know baby, do it for me, cum on my cock,” he muttered.

Your body convulsed on top of him, your breath catching in your throat as your orgasm hit you like a truck. He continued thrusting inside you, guiding you through the intensity of the moment.

Without missing a beat, he flipped you so that he was on top of you, his cock still inside you. His soft lips came down onto your tits, swirling his tongue around your nipples as soft whimpers left you. You tried to grip onto him but he pinned your arms above your head, leaving you completely at his mercy.

He thrusted into you deeply, your body jolting upwards as you cried out.

“Oh, fuck, that feels amazing,” you moaned, feeling him continuously brush that sweet spot inside you.

He went faster at your praises, his hips snapping to meet yours. “God, you’re so wet for me, beautiful.”

His large hands gripped your waist, slamming you onto his thick cock. His hand then moved to your lower abdomen, pressing against the outline of his cock moving inside you.

“Feel me baby? Feel how deep I am inside you?” he murmured, pressing on your abdomen and slamming into you.

“S-so deep,” you whimpered.

He reached down to rub your clit, feeling your pussy flutter around him as his pace never faltered.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum baby, I know you are too. I’m gonna cum deep inside you, gonna breed this pretty fucking pussy,” he said.

You wrapped your legs around him, grinding against him. “That’s my good girl, trap me in baby, cum with me while I fuck a baby into you.”

His words sent you over the edge and you moaned his name as you felt his hot load spurt deep inside you. “Take it, take it, take it, beautiful,” he gasped, fucking you as ropes of his cum spurted inside you.

You babbled incoherent words, shivering under him as the intensity of the moment was almost too much.

“Now, when you get pregnant, you’ll always have a piece of me,” he cooed. He stayed buried inside you, relishing in the warmth and wetness of your pussy.

Luigi gently pulled out of you, his hands steady as he helped you shift. His concern for you was immediate, his touch soft as he carefully helped you to your feet. “Let’s take care of you,” he whispered, his voice filled with care. He guided you to the bath, his eyes never leaving you, as if making sure you were okay, every part of you.

He settled behind you in the large, warm tub, the water soothing as he wrapped his arms around you, his chest against your back. You leaned into him, feeling the warmth of his body surround you, as he gently massaged the soap across your skin. His hands were steady and comforting, washing away the physical remnants of the day, but it was more than that—he was taking care of you in every way, his touch full of tenderness and love.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, kissing the back of your neck softly. “I promise, I won’t let them take me away again. We’ll fight this, together.”

You closed your eyes, your heart swelling with emotion as you leaned back against him. His hands gently cupped your face, turning you to look at him. “I really hope so,” you whispered, the fear from earlier still lingering, but his presence grounding you. “I’ll always be by your side, Luigi. No matter what happens.”

He smiled, a soft, knowing smile that reached his eyes. “I know,” he whispered, his voice full of reassurance. “And I’ll never let you go.”

As the warm water surrounded you both, the world outside seemed so far away. All that mattered was the two of you, in that moment, connected in a way that nothing could tear apart.

[nando161mando]

Montréal, Canada @antifastreet

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[minttheprotogen]

Our society gets angrier against someone who did 1 felony, vs someone who committed 34. Trump is president, while Luigi is being charged with terrorism. We favor the rich over the poor. Doesn't it make sense? Trump is "important" and president, while Luigi is hated on by politicians. Why do we even care so much about one ceo getting shot? What about the hundreds of school shootings killing tons of children? CHILDREN being shot and killed, and yet our government cares more about one rich idiot getting shot since he is a rich ceo with money to burn. What about Briana Boston? Who got arrested over saying "Deny, defend despose. You people are next." And guess what? She got ARRESTED. Over words. This is the world we live in, where America arrests people over freedom on speech.

[marcysdreamydays11]

You know its fucking bad when fucking prisoners are saying to free him this has gotta be a fever dream rn

[hisaangel]

i just wanna lick him up and down and give him a few bites. no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while i gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cow girl, doggy, backwards, forwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, ear ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling. teeth jitterbug, mind boggling, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy, moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly, lip bitting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, can't walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail scratching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell desolving, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, splendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening, devils tangos, he could put a nuclear bomb inside me and I'd still ride.